Saturday, December 23, 2006

The best laid plans of men and mice...

I found this really brilliant poem in a book I was reading; thought I'll post it here.


I had planned the meeting of us,
Glad beneath a starlit sky,
Swift compelling arms around me,
While enchanted moments fly.

I had thought of things to tell you,
Only you could understand,
As we walked together,
In a rare enchanted land.

But you came an hour too early,
And the kitchen floor was wet,
I was elbow deep in dishes,
And my hair was in a net.

As I wrung the soapy dishcloth,
My romance was all a wreck,
And for one hot bothered moment,
I'd have rather wrung your neck.

- Sonia Hardie

Ain't it perfect?!? =)


ZiggyStrauss said...

Always happens.

Don't plan stuff, don't imagine stuff, don't dream and think negative.

Life will be a bed of roses! :D

a traveller... said...

I prefer the comment you posted when I put this up onmy first blog... Can't you just copy and paste that?!? :P

ZiggyStrauss said...

I'm too lazy... but I think I said something along the lines of 'ha ha, that is so funny'